Tuesday, September 26, 2017


Yes, we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

~ Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
Let's go back awhile. Back when days seemed perpetually sunny. And even if it wasn't sunny, the rain was okay because of the puddles. Or maybe snow was the thing that would have you lost for hours ~ snow angels, snow forts, snowball fights (without the teenage ice chunks inserted). Let's go back awhile to when it was cool to be outside sitting in an apple tree or swinging on a hammock, fingers sticky with watermelon and taffy, watching a caterpillar walk the edge, laughing with your best friend.

The 6 of Water likes to recall these easier times ~ childhood, the Salad Days, simple joys. Nostalgia is a sweet thing, like honey in tea, like maple syrup on a fine stack of pancakes. Noting the sticky analogies, it's good to remember that while these memories are lovely, you can't really go back, you can't stay stuck there. You're in the Now. Which is probably different from then.

But nothing says you can't have some pancakes right now. Adults can do those sorts of things.

The Everyday Tarot

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